His Princess (Niall Horan/Demi Lovato FF) COMPLETE

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I'm a terrible person, and im sure you hate me! 

SORRY THAT THE LAST TIME I POSTED WAS OCTOBER 3RD! MY LIFE IS SO COMPLICATED OMGOMGOMG. 

If there is any confusion while your reading this chapter because of a previous chapter i wrote. I saved it to my ipod, and it was just a rough draft, but it uploaded. If you read a 'really short' chapter earlier about Liz being there and talking to Olivia, it's because of an accidental upload! PLEASE DISREGARD! 

The picture is just of the one and only, One Direction. I love them, and Harry's face is kind of making me want to stick him in my bed and... well. JU KNOW. 

Time is passing again because i want them to be home already. Lol, sorry.

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Olivia's POV:

I sat on my bed, my head on the pillow. Why don't I just suffocate myself. I'm pretty sure no one would care. Niall wont even talk to me. I shoved my face into the pillow and yelled. Loud. I heard the door open. Assuming it was my mother, i decided against going downstairs. I heard food steps coming up the stairs, and when they reached the top, the clacking of the shoes grew nearer, toward my room. I ignored it. 

Pressure pushed my down into the bed. "Mom! Get off please!" I yelled. I know i talked about killing myself just a few minutes ago, but i wasn't exactly serious at that moment, but my mom was pushing me down hard, and i wasn't prepared to die. 

"It's not mum, idiot!" I knew that voice anywhere. I summed up as much strength that i could and pushed the body off me. I sat up and came face to face with the most perfect red head you could ever meet. "LIZ" I yelled. I threw myself at her and hugged her more tight than i have ever hugged anyone. 

"Oh, Olive, i can't breathe babe!" She yelled to me. 

"I don't care, i missed you so much." I pulled back, and Liz wiped off some tears from my eyes, then hers. "Tour doesn't end for another two weeks!"

"I didn't come here just because. I have a reason, a serious reason. We need to talk, and now." Her face became serious. She grabbed my wrists and turned them over. Luckily i had kilos of makeup on. But she was smart. She licked her thumb and rubbed it over my left wrist. My cuts were now visible. She looked up at me, i could sense the disappointment. I could see it in her eyes. I looked down ashamed. "Why?" She said simply. 

"Liz," I immediately broke down. The anger in her eyes disappeared and she released my wrist and took hold of my hand. "I'm so lonely. I feel like Niall hates me, mum's always out now, and i didn't see you for so long. All the pain was bubbling in me and i needed it to get out, and this is the only way i could do it. 

"Olivia, babe, i'm so sorry." She pulled my in for a hug, and she rubbed comforting circles on my back. "I'm going to be here for you, from now, till forever. I PROMISE, babe. 

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Niall's POV

2 weeks later. 

"...and a massive thank you to all our lovely fans! We really couldn't be were we are without you all! Till' next time! Thankyou!" 

Liam finished the final thankyou and we all piled off the stage. We all looked at eachother, smiling, and gave eachother a giant group hug. 

"HOME" Louis yelled. We all ran back to the dressing rooms. As soon as i made it to mine, my smile faded. I threw off my shirt and flung myself on the brown couch towards the back of the room. 

I picked up my phone from the floor where i had left it before we went on stage. Nothing. Just a shit load of tweets that i didn't even care to answer at the moment. I texted twitter to shut off my Interaction text update. I didn't want to be bothered. I don't understand why i was expecting a text. My mates from home don't text me while i'm on tour, the boys are with me, so their's no need to text, My mum's phone isn't working, and the person i'm sure I care for most hates me.